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Jules of Nature
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we're not kids anymore.
One Nice Bug Per Day
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@meganstokoe
I love you
I have so many old messages on here. I'm sorry 💔
i love you.
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Remember the future you had planned for yourself before you were with anyone.
Dumbledore: The Hogwarts houses? Oh, I respect them all equally! There's Gryffindor, Slytherin, uhh...
*Looks at smudged writing on hand*
Dumbledore: Rasinpaw and...
*Squints hard*
Dumbledore: Jigglypuff
Coraline is a masterfully made film, an amazing piece of art that i would never ever ever show to a child oh my god are you kidding me
Nothing wrong with a good dose of sheer terror at a young age
“It was a story, I learned when people began to read it, that children experienced as an adventure, but which gave adults nightmares. It’s the strangest book I’ve written”
-Neil Gaiman on Coraline
I am in love with my friends for all the right reasons. We buy chocolate-covered strawberries and extra large bottles of wine and laugh. We hold each other’s hands on the bad days. We hold each other’s heads in the bad years. There is always your favorite dinner cooling on the kitchen counter and coffee simmering in the pot. If you don’t want to talk, we can watch SpongeBob. If you don’t want to talk, we can cry. Our apartment is only half-furnished and we eat on the living room couch. Our lives are only half figured out and we are stumbling through them together. Our hearts have been tangled for so long. I wouldn’t know how to put one foot in front of the other if your strength hadn’t taught me. I wouldn’t know how to keep breathing without our lopsided house to come home to. We crawl into bed each other’s bed and no one asks why. Here, our safe place. Here, our crooked hearts.
Fortesa Latifi - MY FRIENDS
from my book This Is How We Find Each Other
(via parttimeperfectionist)
if april showers bring may flowers, what do may flowers bring?
pilgrims
rotition:
Im looking for a tumblr girlfriend to make famous! Following everyone back :) <3
the only belief that i will impose upon my children will be the belief in aliens
Shout out to the people who are both outgoing and shy. Who are social, and prefer to keep to themselves. Who love to talk but love to remain silent. To those of us who are fearless and scared, both rash and cautious. For those out there who are way too apathetic and at the same time too empathetic. To those who comprehend so much and understand so little about the world. And to those who know that they are many different people, and know that that is ok.
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mama , we all go to hell .
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
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